Niggaz are in a state of emergencyThe death side, mirror damage of where we are todayThe life side a vision of where we need to goSo sign your death certificateFuck all, y'allLisa got himAlright, on three, one, two, threeGet all folks together, walk this wayCan't believe it thoughThe homeboy, hey, open that doorOpen it, alright 'rightWe've come together by God's demandWhether it be for life or deathWell, this morning, it's over the mourningOf one of our little brothersThis brother was a good brotherHe didn't get into an excessive amount of troubleBut it's one thing, it's one thing, it's one thingHe was the wrong nigga to fuck with